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Halloween Party

Amala and I went to Texas' Halloween party yesterday. We spent the entire time
1. drinking rootbeer
2. giggling and
3. dancing with each other.
The fun thing about costume parties is that scary people are even scarier. There was some guy with silver paint all over him who scared the living daylights out of me. He spent the entire party
1. speaking gibberish and
2. handing out sharks' teeth.
Anytime he came within a foot of me, I used my butterfly wings to create a buffer zone.
Everyone kept crashing into my wings. I got stuck on the pantry door in the kitchen and people were trying to help me. "There you go, little butterfly," said someone behind me.
The scary guy tried to give me a shark's tooth, but I wouldn't take it. He offered it to Amala and she said something smart to him. So he threw the shark's tooth down the front of her bodice. Amala was horrified, "I don't know where that went!" It definitely wasn't on the floor.
We were talking about the Worst Case Scenario Handbook and this guy dressed as a bum joined in our conversation. For the rest of the night, he
1. went where we went
2. danced when we danced
3. petted the dog when we petted the dog.
Some of my favorite costumes were:
1. The cross-dressing school teacher
2. The woman in the sheet with one breast covered in duct tape marked "censored" in sharpie
3. The very demented looking elf
4. The guy who was supposed to be one of the guys from Office Space, but instead looked like a Mormon Missionary and
5. Unibrow wearing Frida Kahlo. 

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